THE GOLD OF TIME
A thought is hidden deep within the resources of your mind.
You extract the gold that is buried in the chambers of your heart.
You excavate the thought processes and the wisdom heard from the ancients.
You dig deep and find a vein of gold.
You try it by fire and purify it.. and cleanse your soul.
It is stamped with the mark of God, and out flows the mysteries hidden from before the beginning of time.
The spirit of man is invisible.
The soul of man is invisible.
Man is a mass of elements that are alive and vibrant until the day they cease to function.
Then they are shoveled into the earth to return to dust.
The eternal soul lives on and never dies.
Let the voice of God speak to the marrow of your bones.
Put off malice.
Clothe yourself with virtue.
Let your sorrow turn to joy.
Awake and shine.

SNOHOMISH TOWN
Snohomish is an old fashion town
Victorian houses all around
It's getting back to the old time style
It's a place where I have lived awhile

People coming here from all around
Just to get a glimpse of this old time town
Where everything is sublime
Especially when it's hot in the summertime

Sitting in the sun by the riverside
Watching the return of the evening tide
I look up from the river to the sky
Just in time to see a plane fly by

I gaze past the farms, and fields and flats
Down the road to the dogs and cats
I see a rainbow in a distant haze
And watch the sun set in a flaming blaze

These few lines of verse I give
Of the things I saw in the town I live

MISTY LAND
Rain tapping lightly on the damp green ground
As I sit here watching I hear the muffeled sound
The sun is hidden behind a hanging cloud
Lightning strikes and rings outloud

The mist is rising in a far off field
The vapour is rising and forming a shield
Against the sun to block it's rays
And creates a veil of deep blue haze

The rain is gently falling on the window sill
Morning by morning it's falling still
The sky above is dark and gray
I sit here waiting for a better day